The Damned

Dead asleep the city dreams
Holding up its arms like limbs of steel
Mountains rise like mounds of sand
The boiling sea has swallowed up the land
(chorus)
On the eighth day, on the eighth day
Dancing devil knocking on my door
It has to grey that came to more
To raise the flag, to raise a tune
You know they'll be here soon
The eighth day, the eighth day
Hollow homes and gloomy streets
The people next door are looking for life's circus freaks
On the eighth day